Dancing on the Surface of Formlessness
'You come to that place which can feel to be infinite and yet it can feel to be tiny as an atom. It is too sweet to discover this cause; you have no where to go but everwhere!
What I am prevades everything; absolutely, timelessly effortlessly.
At a certain point, nothing can infringe upon or molest your peace for this joy - this singing joy. Who knows that joy that arises when the question is asked: who am I or where am I, and nothing is found.'
A spontaneous Satsang recorded at Monte Sahaja in Portugal